"Yep. Don't actually remember what the fuck Scotty did, though." Walter shrugs lightly. And even though she refuses his offer, he thinks he's going to go through with it regardless. Might as well. "If you say so." He's lying through his teeth, but doubts she'll mind on this occasion.

"Not even a little bit." He looks at her rather grimly, then tugs her down a bit. Far enough that he can twist around and lean over her, supporting himself against the sofa with an elbow. The cuts across his back are reminding him they're there rather acutely, but it's mild enough that he can pretty easily ignore the soreness.